Today was going so well, and then it turned into a Bad Karma Day.

Rally. 5pm. State Library. This is what makes walking past the State Library twice every day a bad, bad thing. Because it means that, a lot of the time, I have to walk past the Sheep being put through their paces, and then I get all cold and angry, all Terminator-glare through my sunglasses.

Mind you, it does mean I get such a look on my face that for the entire rest of the way down Swanston Street, people get out of my way.

Worse than the milling mob there, though, was the horrific Hare-Krishna-mockery of a demonstration going down Bourke Street. Entirely blocking the mall, which, y'know, entirely endeared them to me and all the poor people stuck on the trams that couldn't get through because the flag-waving, brainless-mantra-chanting little bimbos were shuffling along at the speed of sap.

I tried to hang on to my righteous anger. I marched down the street so cold and hard that I could feel my cheekbones in the chill air, all Johnny-Depp. But just outside my building, two sparrows were wrestling with the remains of a squashed Mars Bar, and I just couldn't help grinning.